Had a productive meeting last night with one of my creative writing groups. A member had written a fascinating poem that she'd written using a collection of letters from a friend who was sailing the high seas. It filled me with ideas about some of the letters I have going back to my teenage years. With email, such valuable resources are vanishing.
I have 100's of my mother's poetry books, all of them stuffed with notes and messages. I'd like to research them for a poem but they will take a lot of sorting out, especially as the books are in London and I'm in Portugal. I have visions of Keats twinned with a note such as buy sausages...not very poetic!
Is Venice shrinking?
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